delight through her tender cunt; although frightened at what was to ensue, her excited condition was such that she was willing to undergo anything, even though painful, which would enhance her erotic pleasure.
Manipulating the girl's quivering slit violently with the one hand, with the other he held the pen as a lancet and gave the girl's plump thigh a sharp although slight prick. She instantly recoiled in pain. “Oh, master, you hurt me; oh, sir, why do you want to stick me with that?” With her hand she endeavored to brash away the annoying and painful instrument held against her thigh. A small red spot appeared from which oozed a tiny droplet of blood.
The sight maddened the man. His eyes glittered and his breast heaved with excitement; his member now throbbed with passion, swollen until it felt as though it would burst. His hand moved about pricking now here, now there the soft white flesh of the girl's milky thighs; then moved up and the point inserted itself in the smooth roundness of her belly. As the sharp point touched her sensitive flesh, the girl twisted and squirmed and made as though to break away.'”.
Removing his finger from her burning cleft, he now embraced the girl about the hips with his left arm, holding her tightly. Her body writhed and squirmed; low moans escaped her lips as the darting point touched her at different points upon her limbs and belly.
Holding her tightly, and reversing the pen, he slipped between the throbbing lips of her slit the smooth handle of the pen which he slipped up into her person as far as it would go. Moving it about for a few seconds, he withdrew it, and, again advancing the point, pricked the squirming girl slightly on the outer lip of her quivering quim. A terrific jerk and the girl almost tore herself free, as a scream arose from her lips. Her straggles were useless, however, as, clutching her fiercely, the now insane man jabbed repeatedly at the tender, sensitive lips of her cunt, small spots of blood appearing after each jab. This continued for several seconds, and then the lust-maddened man, in a frenzy of excitement, dropped the pen to the floor, and, seizing the girl by the buttocks, drew her fiercely to him; his head dropped and he kissed her passionately upon the belly and thighs and finally upon that moss-covered spot itself, his tongue titillating the lips and clitoris of the frantic girl, who, now that he had abandoned his torture of her, became frantic with passion and lust, her bottom and belly working violently as his hot lips and nimble tongue titillated her secret parts. Clutching his head in her hands, she fiercely squeezed him to her as she stood there, her quivering legs widely spread apart, her head thrown back and her eyes glazed with lust; he nearly fainted from sheer pleasure and excitement.
A new thought seized the man. Turning to his desk he reached for a cigar that he had been smoking when the girl entered, and which still lay smoldering upon the ashtray. With a few quick puffs he breathed it into life and, shaking off the ashes, thrust the glowing end directly against the girl's tender cunt. She had not noticed what he was about to do and at the contact she emitted a loud scream of pain. An odor of burning flesh and hair permeated the man's nostrils. The sharp pain of the bum, mingled with the intensity of excitement the girl had been undergoing for several minutes, proved too much, and she collapsed to the floor in a swoon. As her body crumpled slowly downward, she was sprinkled with the sperm from the man's raging cock as it was ejaculated upon her from his involuntary spending as he had pressed the cigar to her quivering flesh and watched with maniacal eyes as it seared and burned.
The man relaxed in his chair for a moment, then arose and, no whit alarmed by the girl's swoon, picked her up and carried her to the couch. Laying her there upon her back, he parted her thighs and, kneeling at the foot of the couch, leaned forward and buried his face in the curls of her dark underbrush. With hot tongue he began to caress the lips and clitoris of her entrancing slit, tonguing and mouthing her quivering crevice. In a moment the girl's eyes reopened; the delicious sensation and soothing feel of the man's wet lips and tongue against the bums and lacerations increasing the pleasure, and in her highly excited condition needing but little encouragement, she quickly reached the apogee of pleasure. Her hands clasped the man's head, which she drew tightly against her body, her thighs clasping him as she frenziedly squeezed his head in the throes of her orgasm. “Master! Master!” she cried, “Take it! Oh, suck it! Suck it! Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, that's so good! So good! A-a-a-h!” With a low moan, the girl relaxed, her hands covering her eyes as she sank back into the cushions that covered the couch.
The man arose to his feet and, going to the bath, secured a towel with which he wiped the still-rampant plunger, which stood stiffly out from the front of his trousers; he then handed the cloth to the girl and directed her to cleanse herself also.
As she did so, she looked up and saw the great weapon swaying from the front of his trousers and she involuntarily shuddered. Drawing down her dresses, she rolled over on her face on the couch and lay panting for breath.
The man threw himself beside her, took her in his arms and pressed hot kisses upon her face and neck and her hot willing lips, she responding with equal ardor.
Reaching down, he drew up her skirts in the back, his hand petting and caressing the soft, smooth, round cheeks of her bottom. Drawing her hand down, he placed it about the large erect bolus, which was still rampant and apparently ready for further action.
The girl's still-excited condition responded readily to these exciting conditions and she breathed softly into his lordship's ear, “Do it, master! Do it to me! Oh, put it in; I want it, oh, I want it!”
The man was not loath. Rolling her over upon her back, he leaped astride of her; her eager hand guided his shaft into her cleft. With one fierce plunge he impaled it within her and with fierce moves the two twisted and turned with passion in an endeavor to bring about that sweet melting crisis that was so dear to their hearts.
“Master! Master!” breathed Marie, throwing her legs far up on his back and pressing his body close to hers, “I am coming again, master! I am coming again! Oh, there it goes-there it goes!!” she panted.
She gave him push for push as her torrent gurgled upon his throbbing rod, bedewing his balls with her sticky elixir.
Lord Roxboro replied by grasping her fiercely in a firm embrace about her buttocks and, raising himself above her, let himself fall and bury his burning staff deeply into her burning membranes and poured within her a flood of sperm that seemed to be without end. Biting and kissing her he continued to move his sweet charger within her until the last oozing drop was distilled from his glowing point. Then, with a gasp of fatigue, he lay full length upon her, totally exhausted.
They lay in this state a few minutes, both being unable to move. Then his lordship struggled to his feet and assisted her to hers and escorted her to the bathroom, where they performed their toilettes. Having thus repaired the damage done to their appearances, his lordship gently kissed her and escorted her to the library door. Marie was still trembling and quivering from the onslaught and, her Lordship pressing her to him with his lips glued to hers, she held to him tightly and with closed eyes returned his caresses and affection. Then, tearing herself loose from his embrace, she darted through the door and flew down the passageway.
The nobleman staggered back into the library and flung himself upon the couch and gave himself up to his thoughts.
“What a violent ball of fire that Marie is!” he soliloquized, gasping for breath. “A few days with a girl like that would prove too much for me! I suppose I must be getting old. I can't stand the jousts of love as I did of yore.”
After a short time, the lord awoke and, refreshed by his short nap, proceeded downstairs to the sitting room, where he found his two charming nieces engaged in a game of dominoes. As he entered, the girls stopped playing and Caroline favored him with a roguish smile. Evidently she and Freda had been engaged in a discussion of some kind in which Freda had come off second best, as her face wore a sullen look and she hung her head.
“Why what is the matter, girls?” inquired Lord Roxboro, looking from one to the other. “Have you been quarreling?”
“Oh, no,” laughed Caroline. “Freda and I just had a little argument and I am sure that she is now convinced that she was wrong. Aren't you, dear?” she asked.
“No,” sulked Freda, “I am not wrong and I know I am right. I know-and you can't tell me otherwise, so there!”
“Dear! Dear!” laughed the lord indulgently. “What is this tempest in a teapot all about? Come, girls, tell uncle so that he can decide the whole affair. What is it?”
Seating himself at the small table before which they had been playing, he leaned back in his chair, awaiting their explanation.
